The 13th of April, 2005.

According to the calendar nailed on the wall, in my bedroom, and as far as I remember, it was a Wednesday (and not a Friday).

All started as any normal day. Only I felt something will happen. I didn't know what, where, or why, I just had that feeling.

So I took my car and left. I remember I had to go to Ain El Remmeneh, to visit the BLOM Bank branch there. As soon as I arrived, I parked my car, went to the bank, squandered about 47 minutes and when I finished what I had to do, I came back to my car to hit the road and leave.

Only my car didn't start.

I talked to the guy of the bank, and he said that I can leave my car where it is parked, only I had to write my name and cell number on a piece of paper visible inside the car. I did so, and went on the streets searching for a “mechanicien” to fix my car. “M3alim Abou georges maliqa” said one guy to me when I asked for help. “ma7allo 3al mafra2 had l tikhshibeh”.

The place wasn't hard to find, was near an hotel, and M3alim abou Georges looked friendly. About 60 years old, with white hair, blue eyes, and a cigarette in the right hand. Only he never smoked!!

“Tfadal istez kif fina nse3daq?”, he said. I explained that there is something wrong with my car and that I need help. So he took some strange tools (something with a white dot inside), not the usual we see everyday, and asked me to show him where it is parked.

“mmm, shou sarla, heik wi2fit? Ftahleh ghata l moteur!”
“mmmm, drob marche ta shouf!! Ba3ed , ba3ed… bass!!”
“leik istez, rayih ma3ak tabshit l poussoiret… baddak trou7 tjibleh wihdeh…”

He gave me a sample and gave me the address. The place was about 700 meters away.

“khod l bus istez… lahou ati3”
The bus stopped as if the driver knew what I was thinking of.
I took the bus.

“mar7aba” I said while looking inside the bus. Strange but why the bus is empty :S.
“mar7aba istez… 23od w thadda mni7” said the driver. And just as he spoke the bus started to move fast and in a strange acceleration… suddenly I felt as if the bus levitated, and started to spin… I started to Scream. I was afraid…
And everything came back to normal, in seconds…

Then the driver said : “Tadal istez… wsolna”

I never said to the driver where I was going, so I asked “ wsolna la wein?”.

“Wsolit 3a sinit 1975… hahaha”.

To be Continued… (search for the rest of it!!!)